Hi all!

  I hope you're all doing well. It's been a looooonng time since I've posted. But it doesn't mean I haven't been writing! If anyone's interested, here's a highlight of what I've written over the past year in the following posts: 

  Problem Professor: University professor Charles Morgan harbors a strong affinity for one of his star students, Melanie Davis. When he soon discovers Melanie feels the same way about him, an unsuspecting series of events occurs.

   "We should have sex on my desk.” He suggested. She looked suspicious, tilting her head. “Yeah?” He nodded, displaying his intentions.
“I feel like if I suggested that, you’d freak.” She continued.

He thought about it. “I thought about it.”

She got up, sauntering over and giving him a small show as she cupped her belly.

“Oh, have you now?”

It was late March, Melanie was well past the halfway mark closing in on 32 weeks.

He nodded, melting. “Mhm!”

“Oh yeah? And decided you’d like to be responsible for losing your job in the most insane way possible?” She said as her belly touched his shirt.

He smiled. “It’d be hot though. Worth it.”

She nodded. “That it would, when?”

“Tonight. I have keys to the building.” He said matter of fact.

“Alright Professor. Sounds good.”

That night they parked on the street, walking across the empty campus moving quickly between streams of light showering the sidewalks. 

“Just don’t make me jump through any windows.” She said as they climbed a set of steps.

They arrived at a nondescript side entrance, closest to his classroom. He fished the keys out and quickly entered.

“They don’t have cameras or alarms on these?”

“State schools, state rules, state cash.” He slyly said, smirking as they snuck in.

“Jesus.”

They got into the room and closed the door. She hit the light and he quickly flipped it back off.

“We still have to be careful, security runs through here every half hour or so. If they see a light from outside we’re fucked.”

There was plenty of light from the street outside, casting shadows against the floor from all the chairs. His desk was just behind line of sight, which helped. There wasn’t much on it, which he carefully cast aside and onto his chair.

He approached her, grabbing her around the waist to bring her in and kissed her, she reciprocated, her hands around him tight. Her bump now made a large gap between them, always touching whatever it was well before she got there.

Due to the nature of their reckless adventure, Melanie wore a tight athletic maternity top and leggings. She could easily move in them. She wouldn’t dare wear it to school, but on the weekends it made it easier to get around, work out and get things ready in the nursery which was quickly coming together.

“Glad it’s dark in here.” He said looking around.

“Mm, I wish it wasn’t. I want to see you.” She responded.

He smirked. “Come on. I’ll clean this off, give me a second.

Charlie quickly removed the few things he had left on his desk and turned.

“Get over here.” he said.

She waltzed over as they embraced again, he put his hands around her hips, placing her gently against the edge of the desk, helping as he lifted her up.

“Want me to lie down?” She asked for his direction.

He thought for a moment. “Yeah let’s try that.”

Melanie shimmied off her leggings, which were incredibly tight these days and lifted her top above her belly, not removing it. She didn’t want to be completely naked incase of a quick getaway.

He dropped his pants and stepped out of them as she carefully swung her legs onto the desk, her head at one end with her feet at the other. Charlie climbed atop and straddled her.

“Sure you can fit on her?” She asked, giggling at what she could make out in the dim light.

“Close enough. Here.” He positioned himself, spreading her legs.

“Oh god this is so hot!” She whispered out loudly, giddy.

He was already hard as he rubbed his cock against her crotch, below her belly.

“It’s getting to be a nuisance now.”

“Not at all, trust me.” He clapped back.

He stuck himself in and heard that all-familiar sound of her moaning out, breathing in through her nose in accepting the feeling of immense pleasure. That first entrance was always the best.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Mhm!” She spoke through closed lips. “Just don’t go too hard, you’ll push me off.” She laughed as he continued.

Melanie placed her hands atop her bare belly as he began to fuck her, holding onto her knees.

“Oh god this might not last long, this is incredibly hot.” He stated as he could feel his length entering and exiting her, tight and luscious, just below her massive girth, gaining with each day.

“Mmm I want to do that to you.” She responded as he bounced into her again.

He quickened pace as she got him more turned on. The sheer site of her now sent him upside down.

He was getting close. Melanie was perceptive now to his tells.

“Come on my belly.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Mhm. Do it. I want it.”

Her taut belly lay bare before him. Her skin so soft, stretched tight, without blemish. He wondered each day as she grew when stretch marks would appear, or the infamous line up the center. Her belly button was about to pop. It would be a matter of days before it did, and he waited impatiently for it. She wouldn’t be able to hide behind anything with it protruding out like a sore thumb.

Charlie bucked inside her a few more times before pulling out, timing it perfectly while holding his shaft, jerking it as he released onto her bulging stomach.

Melanie instinctively propped herself up to gaze at the act. Her mouth opened in awe as he shot it all over her swollen belly. She moaned out in pleasure as she felt it on her skin. Charlie kept stroking until it was over and then some, nearly collapsing on her in pleasure.

“Fuck that was hot.” He announced loudly in triumph as he carefully climbed off.

He grabbed her a box of tissues before getting dressed. Melanie turned to her side, wiping her stomach off before clamoring to her feet.

“I never thought I’d get off on that until I had a belly. Now I can’t stop thinking about all the places I want you to finish.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded. “Mhm. Now help me off this thing.” She put her arms out which he gladly grabbed.

She hopped to her feet, huffing in elation, but also fatigue.

“That was- a lot. I don’t have the stamina I used to. Climbing up stairs and desks and getting fucked is hard work!”
He laughed. “I bet it is!” He got his pants back up. “Now get dressed before we get caught. I forget when the next shift is.”


Problem Professor

A Dream Come True: Paul is still heartbroken a year after an intense breakup. John, his roommate, absolutely insists on taking him out. After a reluctant round of beers, Paul eyes his prize, Natalia. After a chance meeting, Natalia and her roommate invite him back to their place...

    An excerpt: 
“Careful, they’re full.” She said in a soft, breathy whisper.
He hummed out his lack of concern as he pushed her back onto the bed in a sitting position. He sat beside her as she turned, his mouth now full of as much of one nipple as possible as he sucked and licked the tips of her nipples with his tongue, flicking as he set her off to another level of sexual desire and tension. Paul noticed them in the glimmers of light through the window. They were massive, swollen and full. Small blue veins graced their surface from being engorged and neglected so long, preparing for their fate. He imagined she might be shy about this too, but it only gave him more reason to attack them.  She fought hard not to touch herself up until now, but gave in as she subtly reached down and began massaging her spot beneath her panties. 

She was already quite wet, an unforeseen side effect of being pregnant was becoming so quite quickly now. 

“It’s gotta be your turn soon.” She cooed as he switched sides.

He breathed out heavily, wanting that, but also wanting to please her more and more until she exploded. He sucked on the other breast as he massaged the other, garnering uncontrollable moans and heavy sighs out of her every breath.  The tipping point was when she called on him, reaching down and touching his hard tent he’d pitched long ago through his pants. She grasped as much of it as she could given the angle and obstacles and began massaging.  His instincts awoke as he pulled back, flailing frantically to get his clothes off. He’d managed all this time with everything on, while most of her body was bare. She shimmied her panties off as he scaled the shirt off his body. To his surprise, Natalia insisted on climbing atop him as he lay on his back. Natalia gestured him sternly to do so. 

“You sure?” He asked.

He didn’t say it outloud, but she knew what he meant.

“Trust me, I’ll let you know when I have to switch. Just shush and enjoy.” 

He obliged and helped her swing her leg over his body, immediately pinning him down after he tried sitting up to tend to her budding bump yet again. 

“Uh uh, your turn now.” She  playfully scolded as she leaned down, pinning his arms back next to his head on each side as she dropped herself onto him with little fanfare. 

Paul moaned out in ecstasy as his length slid into her insides for the first time. Natalia nearly came right there and then, feeling herself stretched out with his girth, dropping onto his entirety down to his pelvis, ensuring everything was accounted for. She knew right then they were a perfect match. She began grinding as he helped by shifting each time as much as he could. She leaned back after a minute, her hand in her hair, piling it up in a ball before letting it go to steady her chest, which she desperately wished bound up again as she saw her breasts flail in the neon light shining through the window.  His hands went up for them, he couldn’t help it, but only for a moment as she immediately pinned him back down against the bed in a spirited manner. It was a valiant effort. Her belly pushed hard against his stomach. She loved the feeling of her body morphing into his. After a moment she released her grip again, ensuring he would stay put, her hands moved to his chest to steady her balance as they continued to bob and grind. Natalia’s hands ran up and down his chest as he stared back up at her, so beautiful as she swayed. A light film of sweat glistened against his body beneath her palms as she pounded him into the bed harder still. 

   Yet again, not able to help himself, his hands came up. This time, she allowed it, but just for a few seconds before striking his arms back down more sternly this time. Her nails dug into his biceps, wrapping her hands around them as much as she could. Her thumbs massaging the undersides of them as she shoved her body weight against him now to pin him in place. She cooed and hummed as she felt his length harden further still inside of her, praying it would last for hours somehow. 

He stared intently up at her figure as she pushed herself to the next level, moaning out loudly now as they both grew closer. Paul letting out subtle grunts now, desperately wanting to touch her with his hands. They had communicated little thus far.  Natalia leaned back again, letting out a small, sexual wince, the pitch and tone of her voice heighted in arousal. She held each side of her belly, knowing to feature it as much as she could as it would turn him on that much more.

“You okay?” He asked as he continued.

“Oh yeah. Just some sharp kicks.” She responded as she rubbed one particular spot. 

“Really?” He asked. 

Before he knew it, she had grabbed his hand and placed it on the side of her belly. She continued bouncing, making sure not to stop progress as the moratorium lifted on his touch. She held his wrist there until he could feel it, and released. His hand remained, he was in awe as she leaned back on him as she got lost in the feeling once again, pushing her belly out for emphasis as he felt it for the first time. 

“Active little bastard.” She said softly as she bounced atop him, now slapping their bodies together. 

“That’s wild. Do you think- everything’s okay?” He muttered as he railed into her, harder now.

“Oh yeah. It has to be. Another few weeks at least.” She breathed out in stuttered bursts.

Both his hands rubbed the sides of her titanic orb as they both now battled their individual crescendos. 

“But on the other hand, it could happen tomorrow if we’re not careful.” She let out a sharp breath through her nose, indicating a bit of humor. He knew there was some truth to it however, feeling a twinge of sadness at the thought of only having her for the one night like this.

“You can come wherever you want, as long as you can last another round or two.” Her voice emitted in no uncertain terms. 

  He let out a few deep sighs in acknowledgement and appreciation as he fought it further. His hands now massaged her belly as it jerked against him. Her butt and thighs rubbing themselves against him in quick succession now as she pounded her heaving body into his. She continued. “I wish it was your baby I was carrying.” Natalia exclaimed, nearly squealing the sexual confession between breaths as she began to orgasm. Her voice heightening as she dug her body deeper.  It was the ace in the hole. With a large groan he clutched her hips as he thrust back into her, holding himself there as he let go, bursting his seed into her.  Natalia nearly collapsed onto him, holding herself up against his chest as she simultaneously orgasmed, shaking, her muscles limp. Her voice quivered miscellaneous sounds as she shuddered her thick thighs uncontrollably, causing the entire bed to shake with it, her knees buckling. 

He shoved himself hard into her another few times as he sent another round out. Natalia quickly fell to his side after that, nearly falling off the bed in laughter as she experienced waves of ecstasy, her entire body shaking from euphoria. 

“Holy shit that was amazing.” He said to her, leaning in for a kiss. 

She moaned out in agreement as she caught her breath, still quite nonverbal. 

They lay there in silence for a moment, taking it in when the door knocked. 

“Hey, are you guys up for another drink or-?” Sarah yelled from the other side.
“Come in!” Natalia yelled.



A Dream Comes True

Charlie Roger's Senior Year pt. 1: Charlie Rogers is an everyman at Franklin High. Flying under the radar, not causing too many waves, and certainly not the popular kid. But after defending Sabrina, the class queen after her very public breakup with Kyle, the star athlete, he finds himself in a much different situation. Along with an unorthodox detention with his math teacher, and a mutual agreement with his sister's friend Brooke, he's got his work cut out for himself...

    Excerpt: 

 She turned and pointed. “I want to do it on home plate.” 
“A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

She giggled, she was far too excited about this. Charlie was nervous. 

“Oh come on, try something new!” 

“Someone’s going to see us, you know that, right?”

“No silly. It’s a Tuesday night. Plus, people come here all the time. You can run, can’t you?”

“Not with my fucking pants around my ankles, no!” 

She giggled again, still heading to her desired destination.

“I’d ask you the same thing. Those hips of yours.” He retorted. 

She shot him a look over her shoulder. A half-hearted scolding with her eyes.

“I am on the team silly.” She scolded him, pausing a moment. “But you may have a point.” She admitted, smirking as she reached home plate. “It’s so nice here.” She said as she plopped herself down.

“It’s quiet, yeah.” 

“No silly, I mean, without the lights. You can start seeing stars once your eyes adjust.”

“I just see you.” He said.

Brooke blushed harder than ever at that, tackling him down on the ground.

“God you’re so sexy.” She said as she began to kiss his face all over.

“You beat me to it.” 

Her chest was up against his, he couldn’t help but notice, and he began to get hard. She looked up, out to the field. 

“You ever play?”

“Not a single second.” 

She giggled again. It was that easy. He loved making her laugh. 

“I’m so wet thinking about you right now.” She got off, and took her pants off. It was the first time he’d seen her wear anything but flowy dresses. It was all the more amazing when she took them off, revealing herself. It was dark, but eyes had adjusted and they could see each other, the stars, and the infield now.

“Take me from behind.” She urged as she got on her hands and knees.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I want to feel you rubbing against my insides.”

She spread her legs, her back arched, biting her lower lip.

Charlie nearly died at that. “Well then.”

He looked around again, hearing a dog barking in the distance. He was still nervous, but unbuckled, this wonderful woman and her naked body were waiting. 

“Oh god I’ve been thinking about this all week.” She said as he approached. 

He positioned himself as best he could, she was nearly at the right height. He put his hand on her back, and inserted himself. 

Brooke moaned out into the crisp air. Charlie nervously looked around again. The ambient sounds of crickets, and the wind blowing a sign around kept him alert. She didn’t seem the slightest bugged by it. In her element, apparently. 



“Ohh god. I can feel every inch of you like this.” She whined as she finally got what she wanted.

Charlie got his rhythm, bending over her, her ass pressed up against him. One hand on the ground, the other on her side. 

Brooke grabbed the hand, placing it on her stomach. Charlie was surprised at her dominant nature this particular night, although it was her way most times. His open palm now over her naval, her skin soft to the touch. 

“That feel good?” He whispered in her ear.

“Mmmhmm.” She let out, her mouth closed as she let heavy breaths out her nose as he began to pound her. 

She began throwing herself back into him, aggressively so. She wanted every inch with little left to be spoken for and he could tell. She seemed on a mission tonight, which he was all for accomplishing. 

“God I want your seed so bad.” She mumbled to herself in ecstasy. 

“And why is that?”

She didn’t respond, continuing to moan out in elation.

He shifted his hand, to which she grabbed it again, placing it on her stomach a second time. 

“Keep it there.” She said softly as he fucked her. 

He wondered what all the fuss was about. He could feel her stomach pulsate between taught and loose as her body swayed, tensing and relaxing with the tide. It did feel nice.

She stood her body up with his, her back now against his as she bounced on him. Charlie was taken aback by the move but it was sexy, his hands now able to run up and down her torso much easier. 

He found his hand again on her stomach.

“I want to have your baby Charlie.” She sighed out, turning her head to him as much as she could, her hair now in his face. 

He could see glimpses of her face, closed eyes, pure passion in her demeanor as they fucked. 

She pouted her stomach out in emphasis, upright as she was. He was taken aback by the sensation. 

“Imagine it. It would be so sexy.”

“Mmm.” He moaned out. 

Charlie was conflicted. Normally, he’d find this strange, but somehow she made it incredibly attractive. It helped he was actively having sex with her.

“I want you to get me all big and round and full of you.”

“Hmm, that’d be nice.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.” She responded, whispering so sexually to him as they huffed into each other’s bodies.

He couldn’t think straight with all the baby talk, he was so close.

“Come on, get me pregnant, it’ll be so fun.” She begged him again.

Charlie whimpered, trying his best to hold out, but he couldn’t stop.

“I want it. I want you so bad Charlie. Put a baby in me.”

Charlie pounded harder, the sounds now filling the air. Brooke bounced back and forth now uncontrollably. 

“Put a baby in me? Please?” She whimpered.

She pouted her stomach out more as both her hands went up to the back of her head, tending to her hair as she enjoyed feeling him. Seeing her like that threw him over the edge, and he let go. 

Brooke moaned out uncontrollably as she felt him shoot his pent up load into her, falling forward back into the dirt on her hands and knees. Charlie clutched her hips as he fought to stay upright.

She hummed out, shimmying her hips on him as she worked it into her, enjoying the sensation. She wanted to eat him up.

He opened his eyes, coming back to the world, finally pulling out, slowly at that, both letting out a sigh as his tip left her body. 

He fell to the side, catching his breath. She sat next to him, a smirk plastered across her face, on the verge of giggles. She placed a hand on his chest, coming in for a kiss. 

“That was- incredible.” She said, kissing his cheek before moving to his lips. 

He would have agreed had his tongue not been preoccupied. They remained there a while, enjoying the stars now that their eyes had adjusted to the light. 

“You’re so hot.” She told him. 

Charlie didn’t know how to respond to it. Brooke was beautiful, but he wondered what the future looked like, now that Miss Ortega was off his back. He surely wasn’t going to give up a good thing. He’d ride it out until something fell apart, he concluded. Sabrina, Miss Ortega, and now Brooke in full swing. He wondered if he could juggle it all. 

“I should get back.” She said, sitting up. Her jeans still around her ankles.

“Same here.” 

“We should do this again, soon.” She said.

He nodded, watching as she struggled to get her pants up past her hips.

“Perhaps not exactly like this.” She giggled.

He smiled at that. “It is getting cold, yeah.”

“We’ll figure it out, make things interesting.” 

He didn’t know exactly what she meant by that, but he was up for it, quietly fearful however about what she had in mind.

They parted ways after another lustful makeout session against her car, and he got back into his.

“Holy hell.” He said to himself, a hand through his hair. 

‘Was Brooke just messing around, turning me on with that talk, or was she serious?’

He couldn’t tell, and wondered if he should be worried. 
 Pregnancy talk was no joke. It surely was sexy, but if she got pregnant, he didn’t know what he’d do. He spent the ride home wondering if he was in over his head, and wondering if he was asking for trouble. Three women, no condoms, all quite close together.

Charlie Roger's Senior Year pt. 1

The Junk Store: Melissa works as an assistant at a small, independently owned thrift shop. While sifting through boxes of junk, she discovers a fake pregnancy belly in the basement. After putting it on, and meeting a strange man in the dark, things quickly become all too real as the night moves on.

Excerpt: The sun beamed through the slit in the curtains. She squinted as clouds passed and the bright light passed across her face. Melissa felt hungover, dehydrated. She took a deep breath, gulping before reaching down her body. She remembered everything from the night prior and hoped it was all a fever dream. 
Her belly was still there, in force. 

“Oh fuuuck.” She cried out as she wriggled herself in the covers, still groggy. 

“How the fuck could this happen?” She sobbed out into her room. 

Melissa tried sitting up, but with great difficulty, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and used her arms to prop herself upright. 

She glanced down, her belly bare, not having put anything on before she fell asleep. She put a hand to it nervously, the feeling still foreign to her. She couldn’t believe it was part of her body now. 

She poked and prodded, assessing the results. She jumped when she felt it.

“Oh no. No. God please no. It can’t be. It can’t be.” 

But she felt it again. Kicks from within. She was pregnant alright. 

Melissa stood, now feeling the true weight of her new body, it was difficult adjusting so quickly, her body not prepared for the sudden increase in size so focused on one area. She bent her knees slightly, leaning back as she waddled to the mirror. 

“This is insane. How am I pregnant?” She ran her hands along her body. 

Even her chest was bigger. She looked full term, or what she guessed might be full term, to the best of her knowledge. 

She ran her fingertips along her taut skin, entranced at the odd sensation, the occasional flutter and shift from the unborn. 

She snapped out of it, checking the time. 

“Oh shit!” 

She was late. She went for her phone, waddling quickly to her bedside.

“Lou? I’m- not feeling well…” She muttered into the phone loudly. She didn’t even know what to say. “I- I really can’t come in, I’ll try again tomorrow.” 

He was understanding, thankfully, and she hung up abruptly upon acceptance.

She placed a hand to her mouth, dropping the phone. “Fuck, what now?” 

Melissa rummaged to her dresser and closet. There surely wouldn’t be anything that fit. 

“Hello again.” 

Melissa jumped what seemed like ten feet back at the voice. 

“Shit!” She caught her breath, staring at the mystery man, standing in the doorway.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to check in.” He said in a soft voice, incredibly calm. 

“How- how did you get in here?” 

“The front door, of course.” He gestured back behind him, as if being asked an incredibly silly question. 

Melissa was tense, not knowing what to do with a stranger in her home, the same man she’d met at the store. 

He continued. “By now you’re probably wondering what all this is. I do apologize for the sudden nature of it all, but it just can’t wait. 

“Wait? What- do you mean?” She took a slow step back toward her closet. 

He pointed. “The baby.” 

She held her stomach now, as if protecting it for the first time. From what she wasn’t sure of yet. 

“I know this is all probably very- alarming, to say the least. I can’t really tell you much more.” He paused. 

“I figured you wouldn’t have much, so I placed some appropriate clothing that might fit you better in your closet, I hope it helps.” 

She glanced back, noticing a few new garments she hadn’t seen before hanging there. 

“Wait, how did you-?” 

“It doesn’t matter, what matters now is you take care of yourself.” He responded.

“Who are you, anyway? And why is this happening to me?” Melissa pleaded. 

The man took a deep sigh, clearly holding information. “I can’t say, I’m so sorry.”

He turned his head. “I have to go soon. But the real reason I came was to tell you, if you want to fix this, there’s something that can help.”

“What, what is it?” She was equally anxious to hear and perturbed at his indirectness. 

“There’s something, back at the store. If you want to get back to normal, you have to find it. You’ll know what to do with it when you do.”

“Wait, what do you mean, back at the shop?”

He nodded, and turned. 

“Wait! Who are you!? Tell me!” She pleaded, taking a step forward to confront him. As she did, she was overcome with a massive kick from inside her stomach, causing her to double over in pain. 

“Shit. Wait you didn’t-” 
When she looked back up, he was gone.


The Junk Store

Thanks, I really enjoyed Problem Professor! Hoping for a sequel with multiples!

question, is there a way to read these without a kindle? would love to buy and read on my computer...never used amazon before like this

(May 17, 2022, 4:24 pm)bigboy23 question, is there a way to read these without a kindle? would love to buy and read on my computer...never used amazon before like this

Yeah, you can get the kindle app, or you can just read it on your browser on your computer. Look up Kindle Cloud Reader and you should be good to go